You guys already know why I've been gone but I've been disappointed with my own writing so... I'm about to do something An LOT of you guys might like or hate. Fuck it. Just read and enjoy, do I ever disappoint you guys?
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Sydney's POV
I turned over in the bed and stretched out, opening my eyes I was taken aback by the fact that I was in a room that was all white and gave me an island vibe. Who's room was I in? And why?
Throwing the covers off my body I stood up and stretched. Looking in the mirror I scrunched my face up at appearance. Tying my loose hair into a ponytail I left the room and walked down the stairs to try to find out who's house I was in.
"Morning Sunshine!" Colton turned around and put a plate of pancakes on the island.
I looked at him confused and he chuckled and walked over to me.
"What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow and stood in front of me.
Where do I start? Why am I at your house? Where is Alek? Why don't I feel good in my lower regions like I didn't get pounded out by you two days ago?
"Um, how long have I been here?" I scratched my head and looked around.
He tilted his head and laughed. "Sydney, you've been here for two days. When we got here you hit your head on the door and have been out for two days. I had a doctor to see you and he said you were fine, just the alcohol in your system and you head didn't seem to agree."
"So we never?..." I pointed in between the two of use and raised an eyebrow.
"Never what?" He crossed his arms in front of him and leaned down to look in my eyes. "Maybe you need to go lay back down."
I shook my head and moved over into the kitchen to grab some of the breakfast he just cooked.
"Oh, looks who awake."
Biting into a piece of bacon, I looked up to see a shirtless Alek and almost drooled. This is impossible. Those past two nights couldn't have been fake!
"Are you going to eat the bacon or just sit there like an idiot?" He came over and grabbed a piece off the plate and popped it into his mouth.
I ignored him and asked him a better question.
"Who's Elizabeth?"
He raised an eyebrow at me and shrugged. "How the hell am I suppose to know? Probably one of your other stripper names you go by."
I decided to ignore him again then turned to Colton. "So you're telling me; I didn't have sex with Colton, Alek didn't reveal his past to me, and we didn't make up?" I raised my eyebrow and looked in between the brothers.
"No," they both said in unison causing me to furrow my eyebrows.
Looking between both of them, they wore the same identical face of confusion. But of course it was Colton who face lite up first.
"Wait! So you had a dream that we went at it? I mean if you want we can make it happen," he slowly walked towards me with a grin before being pulled back by Alek.
"Don't think so. My wife's pu.- lower regions belongs to me. Even if I never plan on using them," he let go of Colton's shirt and moved around to make him a plate to eat.
Colton leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "I'll make good use out of it. It's okay. You can leave him, marry me, and have my kids. Our mixed kids will be beautiful."
He winked at me after causing me to laugh and for Alek's head to shoot up than glared at his brother.
"Off limits, Colton."
"You're just mad because she had a sex dream about me and not you're ugly self," he sung out before dodging a knife Alek threw his way.
For the rest of the morning we all sat down and ate with the only conversation going on between Colton and I. Soon it came time to leave and I sadly got in the car with Alek and we drove back to the hotel.
3 weeks later
We have been going to stupid events and I've been glued to Alek's side ever since that day. I would see the random dude I saw in the club every once in a while and I'm starting to think it isn't by accident anymore. Alek told me to stay away from him, but he was so friendly so of course I ignored him.
One night I saw him at a gala that Alek dragged me to. He was sitting at the bar and I was just siting at the empty table so I decided to make my way over there.
"Jashar."
He looked up and once he saw me he smiled.
"Well if it isn't Sydney. You look beautiful tonight, please sit," he pulled the stool out next to him and I hopped onto it.
He leaned forward against the bar as he sipped his scotch, placing it on a napkin, he took my hand and kissed it. "You know, you husband doesn't want you talking to me."
"And how can you assume that?" I flashed a smile at him and put my elbows on the bar.
He laughed and shook his head before waving down the bartender and getting two gin and tonics.
"No no. I can't drink tonight. Alek would kill me!"
He pushed that cup into my hand, "One little drink isn't gonna hurt anyone." He licked his lips after and I watched, almost oozing at how sexy it was.
Taking a sip of my drink, I let it slide down my throat and scrunched my noses at the burning sensation I received. But this didn't stop me from going for a second than a third sip and before I knew it the drink was gone.
For some reason I felt a little off. I blinked a couple times as my vision wasn't the best. It was just one drink it shouldn't have done this to me. Standing up, I almost fell over but Jashar caught me.
"You don't look so well. Come on, I'll escort you to your husband."
I nodded and clutched onto him as we headed for a door. Why were we going through a door? Shouldn't he be inside with the guest?
"Jashar, he should be over dere," my speech was slurring as I attempted to speak and I started seeing black spots in my vision.
Soon my legs gave out and I collapsed to the ground the last thing I heard was.
"It's completed boss."
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RomanceSydney Bart's life was a ticking time bomb. Crushed under the weight of student loans, her mother's mounting hospital bills, and the debt her father left behind, she found herself with no way out. At 18, she made a choice-a choice that paid the bill...